A quiet moment

The Warlord turned his head, burying his nose into Zee’s coat, and taking a long, deep breath of her. The point she raised was a good one. Accidents happened. What would it mean if an accident happened here? Could he bare it if mutant little offspring of his and Zee’s beloved line began to run around? He shuddered softly. No, if it happened… he would be forced to put down tiny new life. That would hurt him, a great, great deal. Could he take that price, for the reward of the possibility of his children coming home?

‘I just want them back.” he said softly, miserably. “I didn’t do enough with those two, didn’t shower them in enough love. Didn’t show it often enough” he had built them beautiful places to call their own, but had he really spent enough time with them? In the end, he had pushed them away. Shoved, really, with his threat to them. “Perhaps… if there is a herb to make him impotent?” did such a thing exist?